Comments about Tracy Bucknell
The Language Of Love
In Febuary's bloom, the month of love,
sweet meats and fancies infused with a blush,
flowers in abundance adorned with grace,
sent to infuse the ardour of a secret place.
In bouquet's the words unspoken but true,
my feelings and wishes are portrayed to you,
all tied up with ribbons of silk,
sensual, tactile, perfumed delight,
awaken the senses, make light of my plight.
Red roses in dozens' send love and respect,
crowned with rose leaves, you may hope for me yet.
Let them be of the thornless kind,
no blood be spilt on this love sublime, ...